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Message: <blockquote data-quote="El Jefe" data-source="post: 2361546" data-attributes="member: 19990">There were more things for sale than Oirhandir could buy in one lifetime, well, if it were one of the short lives of men, that is.  Every time he saw something that interested him, a smile crossed his face and he suppressed a chuckle.  Just the pickings from Rupert's pack train barely fit in a magical backpack; even if he had the coin to indulge his whims the elf knew he'd need a dozen more magical containers to drag all the spoils around!After a time, he was sure both he and Fang had strolled past every booth, wagon, and tent in the north field, either this day or the day before.  Glancing at the sun, he determined that they had yet a little more time before Fang was due back at the temple, so Oirhandir suggested that they try the west field next.  The freefolk were certainly a strange and wonderful people, and the elf imagined that he might even travel with them for a while some time...maybe next year.  He wondered if he would find Rinaldo at his tent.OOC:[sblock]Time and Fang permitting, we'll hit the west field.  Oirhandir is just out on a lark, and doesn't mind stopping for every little thing that interests Fang.  If they get to Rinaldo's tent by mid-afternoon, Oirhandir will make inquiries.  If not, back to Hellen they go![/sblock]</blockquote>